dedicated to Gary Webb, Judy Barry, Danny Casolaro, and all the other victims of dirty wars against not only human freedom, but basic dignity.

Multiple gunshot suicides, Too many goddamn of them. Multiple gunshot suicides, What do you think about them?

Two bullets to the head, That muthafucka’s dead. You can tuck him in one last time He obviously wasn’t fine, He’s a multiple gunshot suicide When the sirens roll, He’ll take his long, last ride To the undertaker’s vault, Well it’s nobody’s fault. He got mixed up in somethin’ I don’t know nothin’, But it ain’t nobody’s fault Anymore. He’s a multiple gunshot suicide Time to take him for his long, last ride, You can write his name in the record books, But look away now friend, No long last looks. He’s a multiple gunshot suicide Time to bury his name with his shame He knew he was playin’ a dangerous game, So when the sirens roll, He’ll take his long last ride To the undertaker’s vault, Well it’s nobody’s fault. He got mixed up in somethin’. I don’t know nothin’ But it ain’t nobody’s fault Anymore.

It's night in the West WingThe lights are still burningIn an oval officeA man walks aloneHe's weighed down with worriesOh you'd like to thinkTroop movements and spendingThe war neverendingWhether old Scooter LibbyIs going to sing.

But you would be wrong, thenHe picks up the phoneAnd asks the woman who answers,"Has Colin gone home?"

"Well why would you ask that?"He says, "Just a joke""My whole foreign policyWent up in smoke"

"Last week in JordanIt was such a thrillThis sleeping with Laura's A bitter pill."

President Evil, can't understandIf killing's good for the economyWhy isn't it right?Why do they plague himWith tiresome demandsThe haters who hate himJust don't understand.

He has a visionHe has a planHe's going to start surgingLike a real man.

He has his puppetsHe pulls all the stringsChalabi, Alawi, MalikiAnd friends

We've got all the oil nowWe'll just rig the vote nowWheel the last of the cashRight out the back door

President Evil, wonders sometimesHow it's all gone so well,Yet he's not done yet,

Let them rejoice nowHe'll bring the House downWhen he picks upHis veto pen.

Pelosi should learn howTo just shut her trapHow can you trustAn Italian like that?

[Well, Merry Christmas, Boys and Girls. I hope you've all been good, because Santa is on his way, and the Air Force is reporting. This is Lt. Col. Merriweather from NORAD reporting that we have just sighted an airborne sleigh crossing the dew line. It appears to be drawn by reindeer, and piloted by a jolly looking fellow in a red and white suit ...

It was the Night before ChristmasAnd all down the road,The truckers were pullingTheir Chinese loads

Haulin' that crapTo Wal-Mart and suchSo we can bury our kidsUnder a mountain of junk

Only assholes hate ChristmasLeast that's what they saidAnd when he heard it a lightbulbburned out in his head

He flipped into overdriveAnd picked up his suitHe was a jolly old fellaWith bombs in his boots

He was a Suicide SantaWith tears in his eyesFor his message to the worldHe was happy to dieSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, dooSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, doo

Well he made a long listOf bad boys and girlsWe'd be better off losingFrom this great big world

Millionaires, Billionaires,Trillionaires, friendsBankers and lawyersThe ones who know best

He tucked that list in his suicide vest,Headed out on the freewayTo the Vegas strip

He was dressed real nicely for his final actWasn't gonna stick aroundfor a heart attack

He was a Suicide SantaWith tears in his eyesFor his message to the worldHe was happy to dieSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, dooSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, doo

He called himself in to 911Said he was headed for Caesar's to have some funLoaded for bear, let the SWAT team come,They're welcome to die, every goddamn oneSecurity parted like the Damn Red SeaWhen Moses stretched outhis rod, you see,He was a smilin' mass of notoriety

He was a Suicide SantaWith tears in his eyesFor his message to the worldHe was happy to dieSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, dooSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, doo

He cleared out the dealersFrom the gambling hallTo the poor broke playersHe gave it all

He told the band to play White Christmas,and to the showgirls said sit down,saying, "I'm not ready yet to blow this town"

That seemed to relax the tension a notch He lit himself a stogie And asked for some scotch With his boots on the table, He savored a sipAnd said to the cameras "What a helluva trip," Here I threaten to kill 'em Now I'm in the chips"

Well you say You're the CongressWhatever that meansWe'll ask GonzalesWhen he's done eatin' beansYou gave me a billWith time limits in itSo I'll veto that shitAnd send it back to the SenateAnd don't you step on my Old VetoYou can do anything,But don't forget about my Old Veto.

Well I done decidedYou know that's itThe troops are gonna stayWhere I sayThe chips are gonna fallWherever they mayI'll raise the stakes higher'Cause that's how I playBut don't 'yaForget my Old VetoYou can enact what you wantI'll just give it the Old Veto.

Well they say the nation'sTurning blue againI'll prove that falseWith a stroke of my penThere is no powerLike the one to say noSo loot, motherfuckers, now go go goWe got 'em with the Old VetoThey can't do a damn thingWhen I give them the Old Veto.

Well, I've blown Iraq But I won't admit itI'm after IranAnd I just won't quit itJust try and stop meI'm on the runThe light is redThat means fun, fun, funSo watch out, I'll use the Old VetoI'll run you down in the streetWith my Old Veto

Yeah, the ConstitutionIs a mighty fine thingAt least for me,For you it stinks'Cause I'm the ChiefI'm at the topI keep the buck movin'So it never stopsAnd when I lose I use the Old Veto.I just tell 'em where to stuff itAnd hit 'em with the Old Veto.Yeah, they'll never know what hit 'emWhen I hit 'em with the Old Veto.

They're looking so pretty, tonightCoiffed and suited just rightAll of their sound bites preparedSchooled on the issues, a little bit scared

They will cross swords oh so lightBlades barely meeting and smiles drawn tightBillions will ride on their answersAnd voters will make their selections.

Still there are times when you just have to wonderIs the whole thing an incredible blunder?While we compare hairstyles,The sky starts to thunderTornadoes appear on our doorstepsI wonder, are we on the vergeof a thousand-year bummer?

No one will touch that, tonightWhich is why Gore is nowhere in sightWe'll have plenty of style,A side of issues-lite,A sneer from the right,

They're looking so pretty, tonightSexy, formal, an anchor's delightThey'll charm everyone in sightIt's like a lamp store in here, it's so bright.

Teeth gleaming, hair sculptedMeticulous cosmetic morphingInto perfect candidates,The kind who never quite debate,At best get testyAre never late

But we must cast our ballots, tonightOn what basis? Who knows wrong from right?Let's just be fools for a night,We'll vote, but first turn out the light.

Those minor differencesWon't get in our way...Iran/Iraq United NationsWhat the 'hey,'Cause it's all in a world ruler's day,And if they stuck a mikeup to my faceHere is what I'd say --"Yeah, I-IWanna be like youYeah, I-IWanna be like you!"

Hey, did you kiss your sister?Did you go to prep school?Did you kill anyone in the KGB?Don't you wish that you weremore successful?Whaddaya think about Condi and me?I think the job is kinda stressfulYou seem to handle it marvelouslySo I-IWanna be like you.

I am a CommunistIt works so goodI couldn't resistI tell my friend Vlad,Vladimir PutinYou know we're friendsSure as shootin'I-I Wanna be like you!-- I mean it, man!I-I Wanna be like you!

Well it's another perfect day in the neighborhood With perfect people everywhere Painting picket fences and makin' double lattes, Workin' for the CIA.

There's not a whole lotta places a guy can go To find employment and security. The whole private sector is just a show, A cover for the CIA.

We come in all shapes and sizes Don't you know, Mohamedan, Christian and Jew, Buddhist and Taoist even some of us Believe in Sai Baba, too But under the skin We're all blacker than sin Workin' for the CIA.

Yeah the money's good here And it spends real fine Printed by the CIA, And there's plenty of jobs in interrogation Workin' for the CIA, Ya get to know your neighbors, Ya get to know the truth About a whole lot of things We know about you, Yeah there's a whole lotta perks With a company spot, Workin' for the CIA.

See that guy over there In the cycle shop, And that bum smokin' crack at the old bus stop, That postal employee cleanin' out the box, All workin' for the CIA.

It's just another perfect day In the neighborhood, Developed by the CIA. And if you're not plugged in It might not be so good, I mean with the CIA. So we'll be by again and see just what you think, And remember it's just CIA. CIA.